Page 52 of Twisted Play
He ignored the panicked shake of my head.
“Chin up, mouth open, tongue out,” he commanded.
When I did as he asked, he took my fingers and wrapped them around his cock again, pumping my hand up and down.
“That’s it. Make me feel good.”
I sobbed but didn’t move from my position on my knees.
He forced my hand to move faster, harder, and then he spurted onto my tongue, hot and salty, spraying over my lips and down my chin.
“Don’t move,” he ordered as he finished, before reaching into his pocket.
I shook my head, whimpering my protest, but he’d already snapped the picture.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he said.
I sobbed once before choking back the noise. He stood there, staring at me for a moment, his expression soft, as if I was something precious, not just a toy to break, like he had that night we’d first hooked up at the hockey party. My heart broke for him, for me, for the trust in each other we’d both betrayed.
And then he blinked and came back into himself. The left side of his mouth tilted up into a half-smile.
“Swallow, sparrow.”
I did.
“All of it.”
“What?”
“Clean off your face with your fingers and swallow it all.”
I sniffled, shaking with the humiliation of it, before I lifted my fingers to my chin and scraped off his cum.
Cole snapped his hand down to mine and lifted my finger to my lips. “Suck,” he commanded, and the low rasp had me moaning as I obeyed, trying to suck as I struggled to calm myself, to contain great, gulping sobs.
No.
I wouldn’t cry.
This asshole didn’t deserve my tears.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and warmth flooded my chest. I gasped for air, and he tugged me up to standing, yanking me into his solid embrace for a hug. “You’re such a goddamned delightful slut, and you didn’t even know it before ten minutes ago, did you? You’re going to be my personal fucktoy for the rest of the season, a perfect stress reliever.”
“No,” I whispered into his chest, hiding my face against his shirt, afraid he’d see the conflict in my eyes. “Cole, please don’t do this.”
“And you’ll beg just like that for me to fuck you by thetime I’m done with you,” he murmured against the top of my head, his gentle tone a jarring contrast to his crude words.
Too exhausted to protest, to break away from the comfort of his arms, I leaned against him, shaking so badly, letting him soothe me with strokes of his warm hands against my back.
When I finally calmed down enough to still my trembling, he gently pressed me back against the wall, his hands wrapped around my forearms. I hated how much I wanted to dive back into his arms, as if they’d protect me from anything, from everything, even from himself.
But he wouldn’t, would he?
Cole swiped his thumbs under my eyes. “I’m going to walk you to the bathroom so you can clean up, okay?”
I took a shaky breath and nodded, but I couldn’t force myself to take a step away from him, to put much needed distance between us. What was wrong with me?
“No?” he said with a gentle smile.
